Big One has become the master of stalling at bedtime. Stories. Water. Endless, random questions. He's done it all for a while.
Apparently, it was time for a new approach.
Last night (after getting out of bed several times already), he walked out into the hallway, finger fish hooked into his mouth and digging into the inside of his cheek.
"Mommy, it hurts when I do this."
Really? You mean digging your finger into your cheek doesn't feel good? It's so very difficult to keep a straight face sometimes.
But it gets better.
A few minutes later he comes out again, this time, his pointer finger lodged snugly in his right nostril.
"Mommy, this hole right here hurts."
Your finger is halfway up your nose, Big One. I don't imagine it feels good!
I love 3.